SWEET JESUS! why, why didst Thou love Such worthless things as we?

Why is Thy HEART still towards us,

Who seldom think on Thee?

Thy bounty gives us all we have;

And we Thy gifts abuse;

Thy bounty gives us even Thyself;
And we Thyself refuse.

Alas! dear LORD, I cannot love,
Unless Thou draw my heart;

Thou Who so kindly mak'st me know,
O make me do my part.

Still do Thou love me, 0

my LORD,

That I may still love Thee;

Still make me love Thee, O my GOD,
That Thou may'st still love me.

Thus may my GOD, and my poor soul,
Still one another love;

Till I depart from this low world,

To enjoy my GOD above.-Hickes.

PART OF THE 51ST PSALM.

HAVE mercy, LORD, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.

Wash off my foul offence

And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see How great my guilt has been.

Withdraw not Thou Thy help,
Nor cast me from Thy sight:
Nor let Thy HOLY SPIRIT take
Its everlasting flight.

The joy Thy favour gives
Let me again obtain !

And let Thy SPIRIT'S firm support
My fainting soul sustain.

A broken spirit is

By GOD most highly priz'd, By Him a broken contrite heart Shall never be despis'd.